One after another,the grassland opens further. Something is ripening here. It’s easy to share space if you are thin, and working on rhythms of opening and closing that intersect at the point […]
What a nice bunch of mock orange. Ah, but there’s more. See? It has spirits! It sure lifts mine. No straight lines here. Just everything lifting up at once. Ahhhhhhh, sometimes a […]
Oh, just roll in that pollen. Come on,you know you want to. It’s climbing out again that’s hard. Whew. But, hey, whoa. Bye.
Like the colour from the setting sun on setting grass, the intervals of growth in the grass comes from a balance between earth and sun and time. It’s beautiful stuff. The names […]
Up the hill we go. Butterflies in the mock orange. How nice! CRASH! CRACK! BANG! A scurry of activity. One second later: Then everyone is calm again. Now it’s time to hunker […]
I have learned this week what I already knew but had no words for. I am not the gardener in this land, but the garden that the land makes. Needle-and-thread grass makes […]
Dead trees contain as much power in the grasslands as live ones. They are a map not drawn to depict space.
Winter sleep is gone. Fresh air and eyes on the horizon is now! The light begins.
Every yellow clover waits for five minutes as a star of birds. When the birds leave, it leaves with them now.
Note, how the land folds 15 centimetres of snow inside itself. Note how the pale colours created by the sun in summer amplify it in the winter. Well, if you can even […]